Chloe woke suddenly, feeling the body beside her shivering. She opened her eyes slowly, trying hard to adjust to the dark of her bedroom. She realised the blanket was too small to cover the pair of them effectively, and as a result Beca had begun to shiver in her sleep. As far as she could tell she was still sleeping, but along with the slight teeth chatter and shiver, Beca was also mumbling to herself quietly. Chloe eased herself out from underneath Beca's arm that was still draped across her waist, and out of bed, smiling as Beca stirred at the movement beside her and muttered something incoherent once more. There was a gentle shaft of light from the streetlamp outside the dorm room that bled through the tiny gap in the curtains, down across Chloe's bedside cabinet, and over onto the bed where Beca lay. It bathed her cheeks in a gentle orangey glow. She looked even more beautiful as she slept, Chloe thought. Peaceful and still. She reached up on top of her wardrobe and pulled down a spare duvet that Aubrey kept for when she was sick. It was bigger and thicker than the one currently on her bed, so gently she unfolded it, and threw it over Beca. She stirred slightly, rolling to one side. A leg poked out surreptitiously from beneath the blanket, and Chloe's inside's stirred to see the expanse of smooth skin, that stretched from the curve of her bottom, covered only by the thin film of underwear, right the way down to the tip of her dark painted toenails. Chloe gently lifted Beca's head back onto the pillow from which it had slipped, and tucked a curl of hair behind her ear. In a sleepy state Beca reached up to clumsily push away Chloe's hand, and mutter something in disagreement. Her hand fell back to Chloe's thigh but her eyes didn't open. Chloe noticed her shivering had stopped, and she smiled, sliding back into the bed beside her friend.
"Goodnight," she whispered, and placed a soft kiss on Beca's forehead. Beca's hands reached out and pulled Chloe close, leaving her head nuzzled into her chest. Chloe smiled, adjusted herself so her eyeline wasn't quite so full of boob, and settled back to sleep into Beca's warm embrace.
Beca stirred. Her eyes felt heavy and her mouth woolly. She was also very aware that there was an unnatural weight about her legs. She opened her eyes and for a second was unsure of her wherabouts. Then it begun to come back to her. She realised the unnatural heavy feeling in her legs was nothing to do with the hangover that was creeping in, but instead the weight of Chloe's bare legs that were wrapped around her. She tensed as she realised that Chloe was nuzzled in close to Beca's chest, with her leg draped around her hip and a hand resting on her waist. Beca tensed. Her back was against the cold bedroom wall. There was no way to escape. She didn't particularly want to, but she felt she had to; she couldn't be caught by anyone here. This wasn't right - this wasn't what was supposed to happen. She didn't want to mess things up.
Chloe stirred in her sleep, and her grip on Beca's waist loosened. The blanket that was draped over her also slid down her chest a little, and Beca clamped a hand to her mouth to repress her gasp as she saw Chloe's elongated neckline, framed by her auburn hair, tumbling down onto her shoulders - her bare shoulders - and resting just on the curves of her breasts. "Shit." she whispered, and sat up. Chloe stirred once more, but did not wake, and for that Beca was extremely grateful. She slowly slid towards the foot of the bed, folding the duvet she had been covered in over Chloe's bare skin. She wanted to stay - more than anything in the world - but she couldn't. She shouldn't. She had probably already messed things up more than were repairable in getting drunk and thinking that making that kind of a pass at Chloe was a good idea. Beca closed her eyes for a second and sighed, perched at the end of the bed. She put her head in her hands and rubbed her thumbs over her temples. She had hoped it would help but once again all she could see was Chloe, advancing towards her, planting her lips on her own, lifting her shift from her head, taking - taking things in her mouth- Oh God, Beca, what have you done, she thought, you've made a good and proper mess of things this time...
Chloe murmoured behind her, and she jumped up, quickly realising she had to leave before she awoke properly. She picked up her pile of clothes - still damp from the run home last night in the snowstorm - then turned to the abandoned sweatpants she had borrowed from Chloe and quickly shoved them on, trying to keep as quiet as possible. She dressed quickly, and bundled all of her clothes into her arms before trying carefully to twist open the lock of the dormitary door. She opened it as thinly as she dare, glancing over to the bundle of ginger hair which peeped out from underneath the duvet at the end of the bed furthest away from her. She sighed, bit her lip to prevent the tears arriving which prickled her eyes and threatened to come, then crept out into the corridor, shutting the door with a gentle click behind her.
"Beca?"
She heard a voice calling her name from down the corridor, and she jumped, looking up in surprise.
A farmiliar face peered at her, brow furrowed.
Great, Beca thought, this is not what I need.